Zhao Sheng moved to one side of the Ascension Platform, sat cross-legged, consumed a bottle of Spirit Pill, and began to operate his internal energy and adjust his breath.
Three hundred years of arduous journey had left him spiritually depleted and fatigued, almost falling out of the Divinity Transformation Realm.
If he didn't take a few years to recuperate, he wouldn't fully recover.
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Sheng's entire body gradually concealed its glow, then he slowly opened his eyes, a flash of divine light flickering in the depths of his pupils.
He raised his right hand in front of him, gaze falling on his palm, a slight movement of his mind, and suddenly a layer of water-like luster appeared in his palm, the light of the Primordial Cell Will.
Next, a stream of Red Gold Magic Power flowed from the Taiyin Lung Meridian in his hand to his palm, suddenly emerging from the center.
